𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆? When had he ever willingly spoken to Gwi-ma in the short history he had known the demon king? If anything, Taejoon wanted to be as far away from him as possible. And yet here he was ; at the throne of the demonic ruler ; his thoughts tumbling from his lips only to get the answer that he had expected and didn't want. Blue gaze flickers upward towards Gwi-ma; brows furrow softly.
“Shut up.”
𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. He had spoken to the demon king this way ; it certainly would not be the last. For what does a frightened animal do? It bites. Though despite his attitude — his behavior ; part of Taejoon knew that Gwi-ma was right. All he did was blame himself for what happened — for their failures, and for becoming … this. All because he ( and the others ) thought that failure wasn’t an option. They were desperate. In the end, it was more than all of them had bargained for.
“It wasn’t only my fault. We all made a choice —“ teeth grit down together ; gaze flickers away briefly. He wanted all of this to come to an end. He wanted their old lives back, even if they failed — but his greed still fueled part of him; not just for himself, but for the others. They just wanted their dream …
“Stop trying to pin it all on me.” Yes, he was the one who came here and said what he said. He did ruin everything, didn't he? What if he were out of the equation? Maybe then they would have still been normal. Human. Head lowers, brows furrowed at the ground, now. “… Maybe I can still fix it.”
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